Whatever Happened to JJ?
Chapter Two
Going Under
When I woke up the next morning, I thought back on my memories. That was one crazy dream, I thought, I wouldn't never thought my subconscious who have been able to stir that up. I'm more creative than I thought.
I made to roll over on my bed, but found that I was unable to. My eyes snapped open. Where the hell was I? What had happened? How did I get here?
Then a man walked through the door and everything flooded back to me: Max leaving, being taken to Mr. Pruitt's office, waking up here, talking to ter Borcht. No, I thought, This can't be happening. I can't be here. I can't die. I want to go home! This has nothing to do with me! Why, why, why, do I manage to get myself into these kinds of things?! I'm supposed to go to medical school! You can't go to medical school if you are forced to drop out of the 9th grade and strapped to a table for twenty years! Those are the kinds of things that happen to people on the news! Not me! Not me!!
"The specimen looks stressed," the man said into a walkie-talkie, "Extra sedatives may be required." Then he turned to me. "What is your name?"
"JJ," I responded.
"Age."
"Fourteen."
"Grade."
"Ninth."
"IQ."
"I've never taken an IQ test."
He wrote that down. "GPA."
"Three-point-eight."
"Are you allergic to anything?"
"Bees."
"Alright. Nothing else?"
"No."
He spoke into the walkie-talkie again. "The specimen is ready for insertion."
"We'll bring the sedatives," a voice spoke back.
I hadn't noticed the IV attached to my hand until then. But that was when my heart race picked up, right before they began to shoot things into my body and I became limp.
After that, I'm unsure of the time that went by. It couldn't hours, or minutes, or even days. All I know is that I was so far under that I couldn't speak or think coherent sentences. I couldn't even find my lips. I felt the doctors faintly tugging at my skin. Were they cutting or just poking? My eyes remained shut, and I listened to them as they spoke.
"What happened to the six mutants that escaped from Anne Walker's house?"
"We don't know. We have Ari tracking them down now."
"They escaped again?"
"Yes."
"Damn. Those are tricky ones."
"Jeb says they're the most successful experiment yet."
"Ter Borcht doesn't agree."
"Oh. I know."
"He's hoping we can recapture them and figure out a way to get them on our side."
"China wants them for a weapon."
"How much?"
"They're offering 85 trillion dollars."
Someone whistled.
"Ter Borct won't accept any less than a hundred though."
"He's a competitive man."
"Should the heartbeat on the specimen be this high?"
"Probably not. Raise the sedative flow. If it wakes up, we won't be able to continue."
"Alright."
Then I could not longer hear complete sentences. In fact, I saw nothing but pitch black, I heard nothing but what sounded like water in my ears, and I felt nothing but being touched from what seemed like a very long ways away.
And that's how it remained for what I later learned was two long, difficult weeks for my body.
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Sorry dudes. I know this is even shorter than my last chapter. But you understand, don't you? I had to stop it here. I am a writer, and any longer would have made the chapter seem lengthy and awkward.
BUT. Just remember. I am going to go take a potty break and then get right back on this compoopy and write the next chapter. Happy? I hope so.
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